That I'm just, without her here.
Suddenly only before the boredom, I did not know how to drown that emptiness,
that between the two came to emerge.
That I am only and it is natural, so easy is not to live with me,
I have never been a good husband and I was never the ideal.
In the middle of the room I'm standing like an old man,
without knowing what to do with my hands,
rolling to flower of heart.
I'm just looking for him with this unbearable genius,
I am the only one to blame.
Now what will I do?
Women do not understand us ...
Drinking ... Well, if it's called drinking.
No matter how little she did not like it
and then if my friends ... Yes it's true ... Not that they were thin, fine friends ... But then, she could not stand them.
That I'm only facing my mistake, I see only one gesture of his,
I hear his voice like a murmur and the cruel echo of my pain.
That I'm only, I deserved it, it's worth it that I'm sorry,
those obvious mistakes that I could correct in time.
I have flaws and who does not? Change is not easy to my years,
we have done so much damage and now everything is over.
That I'm only with my fear, I do not know if I'll see her one day,
I do not expect anything from life, without it it has no value.
I have flaws and who does not, change is not easy to my years ...
That I'm only, if ...
Only among all we can make this a better place :)